Carmen Elisa Need to Die Chapter 2/5 "I heard that you need caravan guards for the trip through Hairy Leonard's Pass," I said as I sat down by the table. James Rode, the merchant currently making the village Inn having an unexpected off season high time gave me his best I-am-not-interested stare. Since it was autumn I would not get many more chances to reach the coast, snow came early in the mountains. Young Elenore hesitated at my side. She did obviously not know if she should join me at the table or stay back. After three weeks of travel we were still adjusting to our new partnership. It was not indian like I could send her back to become wedded to some local bandit, but honestly I still did not know what to do about her. I had started to drill her in the use of weapons, but mostly she just tagged along and acted as my maid. With her upraising at an Inn and my background as a nobleman's daughter it actually worked quite well. Years on the road had forced me to do everything myself and it was nice to have a pair of hands again to help out in situations where I in the past always used to be a servant close. Actually her hands are pretty amazing on their own. I had suspected she would try to bolt the first night I told her we would share the single blanket and directed her to pleasure my sex, but she had adjusted well and afterward we had drifted off to sleep with her hands on my sex. Her delicate fingers spreading my lips and exploring my inside... "No," James Rode answered and I was quickly pulled back to reality. reality "Elenore, fetch merchant Rode a good ale will you, and put it on our room tab," I said and Elenore reacted swiftly. She knew how to make herself look alert and ready to serve requests at an Inn. "I understand that you might be looking blowjob for more imposing guards to scare away bandits, but I promise you that I can make very good use of my sword in a fight and the girl is talented with throwing knives. What do you say?" I asked. The last bit about Elenore and the knives was actually a lie, she had some talent but was still a total novice with weapons. "You are right, I was looking for scary looking guards and truth is that I have found enough to leave tomorrow. I don't want to pay for any more guards," the merchant replied. "What if you don't have to supply us with food, I pay you in coins for all that we eat?" I asked. "I don't run an travel agency, I don't like the hassle when you move past a toll station like the one at Leonard's and the traveler is discovered to be on the run from some debts to the local lord ," James Rode responded. The toll station is exactly why I was trying to get us signed as caravan guards. The toll guards would not have any grounds to prevent me from passing on my own, but they would demand to count our coins and know our business. The fortune I carried would surely attract notion and then every bandit from Leonard's down to the coast would come looking. Actually cutting them all down was not the problem, bandits no matter how well trained is not something that scare me. The problem is more how to deal with the bandits without spreading rumors that would make my real target, Carmen Elisa, bolt in panic. Carmen Elisa might not know it yet, but she need to die or the demon in my sword will drag me down into hell. Having Elenore with me does complicate things even further, no way she will survive a real battle with just the daily drilling at the camp site. Much better to pass more anonymously as caravan guards so that I can search for Carmen Elisa in secret. "We would not be guests traveling with your caravan, but amateur real guards. "Its really red, I should have got you different tanning oil. "Like amateur I said before, you're very beautiful." "Your daughter Cathy here, has milked the sperm from each of your son's cocks, and is holding them for you in each of her holes. My orgasm swelled so fast. They did. She had hazel eyes and the cutest little butt, I loved her body so much. “Please no!” she shrieked, trying to hide her shame despite him keeping her wrists pinned. His arms found their way around her, tight with longing, clutching onto her like a lifeline. Faintly, I could hear the *gluck-gluck-gluck* sound of my cock being deepthroated from under the table, and my orgasm drew near. “oow, do I smell plum, and saffron?” “I see the lady is a connoisseur, yes mam, and you should be able to smell a hint of black cherry. Rosalyn's car pulled up to Cylvan's home, the tall wolf stepping out dressed in a pink blouse and a different pair of skinny jeans. I think that I remember shouting for someone to fuck me. 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